That swish of hair is cleansing like a February wind.
My sin I would rescind. For you, my skin I would exscind.
But languor sprouts a leaden ivy. Strangulating chains
Create a massy shackle that denatures and detains.
My dreams could split a planet with a cuspidated wave,
I don't know why I'd plan that but for boasting theta-glaive.
Or maybe I'd decollate, slice a deity instead,
See peaceful, healing stream descend from deadened, floating head.
The chopping-off of cosmic top is easier to dream
Than scenes involving both of us together as a theme.
No truthful bonding ties us, nisus hailing from my side
Is failing to unite us, sloth is keeping me denied.
Dictionary required but I liked it.
ReplyDeleteA good use of the rhyming couplet. Liked it very much.
ReplyDeleteHa, I can think of a lot of 'cosmic tops' I would like to chop!
ReplyDeleteAnd doggone that sloth...who always prevents achievement.
Always enjoy your rhymes.
I pity the hair-swisher if you ever run out to the end of your chain and break free.
ReplyDeleteHad to look up for so many words, but in the end it was all worth it! :)
ReplyDeleteI had much to consider here. Can we, when listless, expect much? Is the flow from carotid ever peaceful or healing? Can relationship develop when effort is one-sided? Yep. You made me think. That's why I like to read your well-crafted, intelligently parsed work.
ReplyDelete"My dreams could split a planet with a cuspidated wave"..........what a great line! Intriguing thought - "the chopping-off of cosmic top". Wonderful writing!
ReplyDeleteSuch an amazing lexicon of words, words, words. I especially love these lines:
ReplyDeleteMy dreams could split a planet with a cuspidated wave,
I don't know why I'd plan that but for boasting theta-glaive.
You always amaze me, your words always titillate and tease and wake something up deep inside that usually slumbers and I always love how that feels! One line I really enjoyed... My dreams could split a planet with a cuspidated wave,
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! You've done it again and again and again...
Nice music to your words, they flow so well and say so much.
ReplyDeleteI like what this says about love and our own excesses.
ReplyDeletesloth is a tough one to beat - another tight poem sir.
ReplyDeleteHoly moly. For you, my skin I would exscind. Indeed.
ReplyDeleteSome new words here for me. I like that. You are a master of rhyme, no doubt about it.
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